From Reptisaurus #1 (which I mislabeled as Reptisaurus #2
here because it was continuing from Reptilicus #1 in some kind of copyright boondoggle) comes this... insanely creepy moment related to several rather unsettling romantic plotlines:

Incidentally, the dude was named Clark Martin, and his ward/fiance was named Beverly
Foster. At least they weren't
Bruce Martin and
Robin Foster.
To be fair, later on they deliberately played up the creepy to make the guy look evil...
What were they doing in a comic about a giant killer lizard? That's a good question. You see, Clark Martin was a big game hunter, and he was getting bored with traditional big game... (I don't need to take that statement any further, do I?)
-Signing off.
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